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Not far from Anchore Laboritory, a boy of 11 yrs slowly truds down the road bowing a fiddle. His name is Niklix, and he should be starting his Pokmon journey today, but...
He doesn't seem to be in much of a hurry and he has a song on his mind. "Hrm... What rhymes with Youthistle? Fizzle.. chizzle... buisle..." He stops for a moment and jumps up on a guard rale ((the metal bars on the side of the road, fyi, Rob )). "Wait a minute! Why am I starting with a youthistle? How musical is that?" he asked himself aloud as he began pasing on the guard rale. "What if Youthistle doesn't like my music? What if I don't like Youthistle? There's so much to consider."
Niklix jumped down and sat on the ground. "Maybe it would be better if I choose a random Pokmon, instead. Hrm..."
He reached in his pocket and pulled out his metranome. "That's odd. I was playing 44 beats slower than I calculated..." he looked again and realized that he was looking at the clock feature on the metranome.
"GAH! I'M LATE!"
Niklix quickly zoomed off in the direction of the Pokmon Lab.

Niklix put his hand on the door. It was locked. "Curiouser.. and curiouser..." the lights in the lab began to flicker, and suddenly the room went dark. A chilling trill came from Niklix's fiddle, which he remembered he left on the table. "S-stalker?" he trembled, "Is... 'sat you?" He turned around quickly. A flash of light lit up Stalker's face (now at full size) as he let out a terrifying hiss. Niklix screamed bloody murder as he flung himself back through the doors landing on his back, his face pale white and twitching.

((He's now in the room where the battle is happening. That should catch everyone's attention, but I won't mode it.))